optimistic fake plastic trees life in a
glass house bulletproof... i wish i
was paranoid android high and dry kid a
there there airbag go
to sleep a wolf at the door
subterranean homesick alien no
surprises knives out
sail to the moon
where i end and you begin street spirit
(fade out)
idioteque karma police i might be wrong
no, this is not nonsense. perhaps, it's just that the sky is exploding,
and i gotta do something about it.
is the artist still trapped, alone, in his arcadium? glittering in the blackness?
Take all of me
The desires
That keep burning deep inside
Cast them all away
And help to give me strength
To face another day
ok, now i'm satisfied.